The Water Nymph

Painting of fairy with blue wings rising from the water, with bubbles, beside rushes

A morning, still misty, the light breaking through.

A woodland, so silent, glistening with dew.

A lily-pond catches the sun’s first ray.

A water-nymph rises to dance to the day.

Droplets of water shine in her hair.

Amid the bubbles she flits through the air.

This way and that, with the sun on her wings.

Of happiness, beauty and magic she sings.

Then she sinks to the water with a smile and wave,

And no sign remains of her passing, save – a ripple.

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